The black of the night in your silky short hair
And dark pools for eyes,
Vinayaga, You fill my heart.
Your cherubic face,
Your toddling walks’ grace,
Your smooth soft touch;
My baby, I yearn for your sweet honesty,
Your innocent trust,
For you yourself.
And so I reach out
To be one with you;
But in vain
Cause your truth escapes me
And I’m left behind in pain.
I hear your tinkling babys’ laugh;
Vinayaga, tease me not,
Lest I stop reaching out,
Lest I fall crying aloud,
Please Vinayaga hear me now
Lord tease me not.